It is not for that I am come.

I have a confession to make that concerns you." "Well ?" said she, with a smile.

She did not suppose it could be anything very bad.
"You will be angry, of course," he said, "but that is nothing.

I have done you an injury that I cannot repair." "Enfin, my dear Nicholas, tell me.

I do not believe anything bad of you." "You are kindness itself, and I thank you in advance.